you’re invited to a party. technically you weren’t invited by the host- but your friend decided to drag you along. you were pretty stoked though cause it was your first real party. it’s summer break; you had just turned 16 at the beginning of june and it felt weirdly nice knowing you were a little older than the host + a lot of the guests. it made you feel a bit more mature i guess. as you walk into the big house, you’re immediately hit with the harsh smell of weed and alcohol jesus- you mumble you walk over to the island in the kitchen and grab some of the punch, which you would soon learn was 99% vodka. you try to ignore it and walk around the house a bit before bumping into someone “shit- im so sorry” you look up as you apologize and realize it’s albert “youre fine just.. watch where you’re going.” “hey- i didn’t invite you. why’re you here?” he asks, crossing his arms